Pop Out Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Am][F]
[Am]Iceberg want a bag, [F]bitch

[Chorus 1]
We pop out at your [Am]party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a [F]robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm [Am]sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your [F]body,
shots hits your brain
We come from [Am]poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of ani[F]mosity,
but they won't say my name
Them killers [Am]rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the [F]job for me
while I hop on a plane

[Verse 1]
She don't like her [Am]body,
left the doctor with a new shape
Blowing up my [F]phone
'cause she just see me with my new bae
Heart[Am]breaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J
She was tryna [F]cling
onto a nigga, but it's too late
Booked a flight to [Am]Cali,
racks and condoms in my suitcase
And every single [F]dollar
in these bands gotta blue face
Diamonds in the [Am]Rollie,
they in HD like it's Blu-Ray
The way that I been [F]ballin'
should make the cover of 2K
Show out for the [Am]summer
I might pull up in a new Wraith
Dissin' on the [F]gang that's gon'
only get your crew chased
And we hawk shit [Am]down,
better tighten up yo shoe lace
Lil' bro get up [F]close let the Glock 22 spray

[Chorus 2]
We pop out at your [Am]party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a [F]robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm [Am]sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your [F]body,
shots hits your brain
We come from [Am]poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of ani[F]mosity,
but they won't say my name
Them killers [Am]rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the [F]job for me

[Verse 2]
while I hop on a plane
[Am]I call lil' bro
He said he ready for the stain
What you [F]claim? You a lame
You ain't never put in pain
So I [Am]be around some killers
That go crazy for the gang
If I [F]showed you all my charges
You won't look at me the same
Made some [Am]choices in my life
I wish I never had to make
Lost my [F]brother, seen him die
And I just seen him graduate
Got that [Am].40 on my side
And I'm just rollin' past the Jakes
Bro, my [F]hands can do the job
And I ain't talkin' masturbate
I was [Am]in and outta state
'Cause I had a bag to make
I risked my [F]life but it's aight
'Cause God ain't let me pass away
Fuck to[Am]morrow, spin the block
Just know we comin' back today
I call [F]Polo, he come dolo,
we get 'em the fast way

[Chorus 3]
We pop out at your [Am]party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a [F]robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm [Am]sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your [F]body,
shots hits your brain
We come from [Am]poverty, man,
we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of ani[F]mosity,
but they won't say my name
Them killers [Am]rock with me,
lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the [F]job for me

[Outro 1]
while I hop on a plane
[Am][F][Am][F]
[Repeat and fade]